Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.